feel <br /> i <br /> feel <br /> a poem <br /> coming on <br /> dancing on <br /> down pages <br /> of words <br /> letter <br /> by caroling letter <br /> until it twirls into <br /> your arms and bursts <br /> between your eyes into <br /> a hymn of recognition. <br /> for your heartbeat <br /> is the tempo <br /> throbbing softly <br /> from word to word <br /> and your furrowed brow, <br /> the cadenza <br /> marking stanza from stanza; <br /> and you cannot be the audience <br /> for you are the orchestra <br /> and you are the chorus <br /> and you are the dancer <br /> and i am writing your applause.<br /><br />Phyllis I. Behrens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beginnings-1960-1980-applause/
